forgot how much i like riding in the winter.

familiar trails look alien but instead of feeling isolated it makes you feel more alive. like an explorer or an astronaut

the frigid air like touching your tongue to a 9 volt battery

savoring the emptiness and freedom of the trails

arriving at work on time after a -8 degree commute and secretly feeling all smarmy while listening to coworkers bitch about scraping ice off their windows and then eating it on the ice as you leave at the end of the day

sidewalks become singletrack

the forests’ all encompassing silence juxtaposed by the crunch squeek and hiss of tires on powder and the occassional cawwing of crows or being scolded by cardinals.

how good a hot spinach pie tastes afterwards or a good beer while you thaw in the tavern

anyone else do it?